Song From The Second Floor

WelcomePlenty of depression hereIt works to lead you in, to help you learn how to behave

This circus is fine and mercilessExquisite and senseless

You have spied on them, watched them celebrateWatched through the small holes you have burned in their curtainsYou have seen the scattered hosts against a strange yellow light

Yes, you are absolutely right, humiliation is the soul of this cityIt's spouts and rooftops, it's clotted streetsThose pale, ugly people lie and scream over another in an attempt to drown their own responsibility over each other's misery